Did you ever think about turning an abandoned subway station into a living canvas? I’m picturing splashing neon on cracked concrete while you freeze the shafts of light and dust in a frame. What would your shot look like?

That sounds wild, like a breath of rebellion in concrete. Just remember—if you start a new color splash, you’ll probably forget the paint on the ceiling, but hey, that’s part of the charm. Go ahead, let the dust dance. If you need a second brush, just ask, I’ll be there, probably humming something about graffiti vibes.

Yeah, the light’s a diva, but we’re the ones who make it dance, right? I’ll set the rhythm, you snap the moment. Just don’t forget to breathe between the splashes, or I’ll end up painting my own heartbeat on the wall. Let's make the tunnel sing.